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Sexcapades of a Nigerian Fresh Graduate Corporate Gymnastics: Dining With The Devil

Sleeping with the wrong person can change your life. Follow the story of Anderson, a young Nigerian graduate, as he climbs the corporate ladder................ with more than just two legs.

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An impatient whimper brought me out of my reverie. Twisting her hips to get my attention, she urged me to continue moving. Well, fuck it! (rihgt!!!). If I was going to get fired for sleeping with the chief executive Officer of Gracewood construction, it won’t be because I didn’t do a good job on her.

Ramming deep into her with renewed vigour, i received a yelp much to my satisfaction. Her body contorted almost impossibly as I began sending her across wave after wave of Orgasms. If I thought her breathless after our initial lovemaking, she was close to passing out this time. She collapsed limbless on the bed when a nerve splitting Orgasm ripped through the both of us. My grip on her bottom released, as I too fell on top of her. I relished the warm and soft feel of her bottom against my softening member, knowing it would probably be my last.

Picking up my shirt, I got up, and lazily dressed up. There was no point rushing to a meeting in Abuja, when the person I was to meet with, was sprawled in the sheets beside me. A shrill tone filled the air and broke the silence. I had not gotten to change that damn message tone since I bought it. Gadgets weren’t my thing, this I thought, as I scrolled through the text message just received.

The Ceo sent a message last night, postponing the meeting indefinitely. Sorry this is coming late. I hope it catches you before your flight leaves.

Yea right! I thought. Late enough to let me f*ck my life up.

Picking up my suitcase, I left the hotel room as quietly as I could. The journey home was a short one. All I wanted was a cold shower and a well-deserved rest. I hoped that she would fly back to Abuja and never return. Work would resume tomorrow, time to put all this behind me. ………….


Everyone seemed extra excited today. Even Mabel, the receptionist, who barely lifted her nose to acknowledge a greeting, smiled and helped me straighten my ill-knotted tie. Ushering me into the conference room instead of my office, she said an impromptu meeting was taking place, and everybody was expecting me. I walked slowly to the doors, a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me to prepare for the worst.

Playing the ninja didn't help me this time. All eyes turned on me immediately I emerged. That wouldn't make me self-conscious on a normal day; it was those familiar pair of eyes that did it. Those eyes were glazed over and rolled back in their sockets with pleasure only two days back. Here I was, standing face to face with her whom I was hoping I’d never see again. Tongue tied, and gaping like a frost bitten corpse in winter.

She, on the other hand, only froze for a moment. Continuing her drink, she laughed playfully, probably at a joke shared before I had entered.

The Regional Manager waved me over, and clapped my back in a friendly manner. This was totally unlike him and I didn't’t like this new friendship he was extending. The news he gave me afterwards, made all the events of the last few days seem like a joke.

‘I’m happy to tell you, that you’re being transferred to Abuja, and promoted to the post of Senior Admin Director.’

A round of applause broke out among those sitting close to us.

They all looked a little disappointed when I did not yell for joy and plant gay kisses, on the man’s buttocks though. The knowing smile on her face let me know this wasn’t purely on merit. She was enjoying the look in my eyes a little too much for my liking. I wondered how on earth she found out who I was, even before she had seen me.

 I don’t know whether it’s the thought of being The annoyance I felt at being manipulated, rose up to my throat, and caused me to spill words that I wouldn’t even think of, in my right senses..

‘I quit.’

The ensuing silence was almost tangible. If there was a smile on anyone’s face there, it was wiped off, immediately.

The look of shock still reflected on their faces as I walked out, immediately.

The thoughts in my head were like, what the hell have I just done to myself?"

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